Off to Nationals in Reno tomorrow.

ACK! I’m actually going to have to pitch my book!

*I can do this…I can do this…* Gena Showalter assured me editors are NOT the spawn of Satan. I’m holding her to it.

Will be checking in with Linda periodically if anyone’s interested in updates. She may be posting about the week on her blog.

And Alice is planning on tormenting me Friday morning (at 7am…YIKES!) at breakfast before my agent and editor appointments. Thinking of banging on Alice’s door at 3am just to return the favor.

Will see you all next week!… Read more »

I’m live, baby!

Elisabeth Naughton’s Webpage

Great BIG thank-you’s to my uber-special CP Joan who designed the site. You rock, J!!!… Read more »

Not sure how my answers translated to this, but still kinda fun. Take the quiz. 🙂

Time it takes to print a 100,000-word manuscript?

All day on my deskjet printer.

Cost of printing and mailing said manuscript?

Roughly $30 (ink and paper) + $12 to mail.

Amount of stress as I wait to see said manuscript was delivered?

More than I can calculate.

Learning said manuscript was lost in the mail and never reached uber-agent?

PRICELESS.… Read more »

“I don’t want to be a heroine.” Lisa flopped onto a bench on the boat, her bangs lifting in the slight breeze. Crystal clear blue water sparkled behind her, sunlight glinted off the white deck. “Damsel in distress, woe-is-me attitude. It’s not me.”

With a heavy sigh, Maren tossed the paperback book at her feet, straightening from her spot on the red cushions of the chaise lounge. “Watch it.”

Lisa shot her a look. “You did whine. Quite a bit, I think.”

Maren’s brow raised. “Don’t go there. I had reason to whine.” Studying Lisa, a smile quirked at her … Read more »

Villain?

She thinks I’m a villain? Back the train up, Missy. I’m not a villain. I’m hero material, chica. Have you not seen me? Blond hair, stone gray eyes, one nice, hard body. I’m every woman’s fantasy, and YOU think I’m a villain?

Right. Think again.

I’m the sheriff of this po-dink county. That right there makes me honorable. And aren’t YOU the one who said you liked flawed characters? Well, babe, I’ll admit I’ve got flaws, but you’re uber-writer, you can work with that.

Okay, okay. So I did a few bad things. But hey, if soap characters can … Read more »

I made the mistake of checking the calendar today. Did you know there’s only three weeks until Nationals? Eee-gad. Not good.

I have three weeks to figure out how I’m going to fit back into my regular slacks. My son is five months now, it’s time to lose this baby weight. I’m tired of it. People tell me I look good. Yeah. Right. They’re just being nice. My SIL said yesterday, “Wow. You look good. Are you running a lot now?” Hello. I had a two-week bout with bronchitis. I’ve just started running again. (hack, hack, cough, grumble grumble). SIL … Read more »

If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.
(Hardly seems worth it.)

If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.
(Now that’s more like it!)

The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.
(O.M.G.!) (-another reason to stay away from strangers!)

A pig’s orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
(In my next life, I want to be a pig.)

A cockroach will … Read more »

The play structure from hell is finished!

Whew!

Who knew building something from a kit would be so much work. Of course, if we didn’t have to deal with the three gremlins, it would have gone a lot faster, but I am proud to say we are now done, and it looks good. The kids are thrilled.

Well…they were. Until Gremlin #2 realized a family of spiders had taken over. He screamed like a little girl – over and over and over. I will actually be surprised if he uses the darn thing after the terror he experienced yesterday.

But, … Read more »

The falling snow increased in intensity, the headlights from Ethan’s BMW illuminating the large, white flakes as they danced across the road in the dark. With one hand on the wheel, he reached over and turned up the radio.

“I like this song.” Sam tapped her foot to the beat of Anything But Mine and hummed along with Kenny Chesney. “I’m reading a book by the same title.”

“Any good?”

Sam shrugged. “Yeah, actually, it is. But the author’s sort of left me hanging. Kinda sucks.”

“Hate it when that happens.” Ethan smiled and turned the wheel. Nothing happened. His … Read more »